Author's note:
This is the second part of a six-chapter story. I recommend reading the first instalment if you haven't done so yet.
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As usual my thanks go to my editors, Stattion and Joffa. Everything that's right is their work. Everything that's wrong is my fault.
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Chapter 02: Dealing with Justin
Alicia
I woke with a start in the morning, still lying snuggled close to my Master. I scolded myself. How could I be so careless? What would he have thought of me if he had woken before me, finding me in this inappropriate place? Then I remembered how inexperienced he was as a Master. He didn't know that I wasn't supposed to share his bed to sleep. But I needed to keep the strict rules up. I couldn't allow myself to slacken.
Careful not to wake him, I slipped out of bed and took care of my morning wash. I used the toilet, washed my face with a cloth I found even though it was much too soft for me, I would ask for his forgiveness when he was up and went back to the bedroom to watch him. After a few minutes, I got up and quietly left the bedroom and went to explore the apartment.
It was tidy and clean and he seemed to be an organised person. It wouldn't be easy to improve on the standard he set but there was some dust on the shelves and he didn't seem to clean his windows all too often. The furniture was very stylish and in superb condition. I was impressed by his obvious taste even though it was a bit on the cold side but everything fit together and from what I could see the brands were definitely on the expensive side.
I took a few minutes to make an inventory of his kitchen and compile a shopping list, both for the lasagne I would cook this evening as well as all kitchen appliances I thought were missing. It would cost a lot of money, more than I had earned in a week, but with some prioritisation, I should be able to stock up over the next few months. I would have to ask him for a budget, I had no idea how much I could spend on food and other household expenses.
I heard him stir in his bed and quickly went to brew a fresh coffee, just like he had told me to. I brought it to his bed, placed it on the nightstand and kneeled down next to him waiting for him to wake up.
While I kneeled there watching my new Master, I wondered how I could feel so much for him after meeting him only a few hours ago. He was inexperienced, he had never had a sub before but there was an aura of authority emanating from him. Maybe he didn't realise it but he was a natural leader, people would always follow his lead. I had seen this aura with many of the Doms at the club but rarely in this obviousness. Even in his sleep, he looked self-assured and confident. It wouldn't take long for me to fall in love with him. How could I not? He was everything I ever needed.
Another movement from him pulled the blanket off his legs and laid his cock free. He was sporting an impressive hard-on. Morning wood, I smiled. I so desperately wanted to suck him but I hadn't forgotten his strict instruction to refrain from it. I was a bit glad about the ban as my lip hurt a little, now that the painkiller had lost its effect and I would need to take a new pill after breakfast. But if he woke up now and ordered me to suck him dry I would do so without a moment's hesitation.
For the time being, however, I couldn't suck him and I couldn't ride him but I could again give him a hand job, I smiled. Or... Now that I saw his erection for the first time in daylight, I realised that he was at least an inch if not two longer than Justin and also considerably wider. I felt a pang of fear at the thought of how painful it be when he'd make me take it up the ass. I would comply, of course, but if it already hurt with Justin's smaller cock how much would this monster hurt? He was at least six inches long and more than an inch wide!
I wondered how much he knew about bondage. He had never had a sub so far and it would be interesting to find out how rough he was when he would finally take me. Justin had often tied me up and then spanked or whipped me because he was in a bad mood but I was quite sure that Master wouldn't do that. He would only tie me up and whip me when I deserved it.
What kind of preferences did Master have? I had so far not received any clue other than that he didn't mind me enjoying his touch. Most likely he wouldn't mind me having an orgasm while he took his pleasure from my body and from how I felt only from looking at his dick I was quite sure I would cum often. Alone the thought of his cock in any of my orifices made me wet. Not a little horny, not moist but dripping wet.
I speculated on his preferences. Justin usually fucked my mouth or took my ass doggy-style. I wondered if Master would let me try different ways to pleasure him. From different porn-sites I had surfed while Justin was out selling his drugs, I knew of so many possibilities for a woman to please a man. Active ways, passive ways, countless different positions and that was before I started to think about roleplaying. Some positions required Master to let me take the lead. That was something that Justin had never allowed, maybe because he was a wimp.
Master was no wimp. I imagined how it would be when he laid on his back and I engulfed his beautiful erection with my cunt, riding him, milking him, making him cum. I could well see Master allow that. But just as well I could imagine my beloved Master handcuffing my hands and banging my ass hard from behind. Oh god. My thighs were starting to shake from that picture. I needed to distract my thoughts or I would come right here on the floor only from watching his cock and thinking about what it could do to me.
Would he make me watch when he fucked other women? Of course, it was his decision but I would be horribly jealous. I just hoped I could keep it at bay. A thought shot through my mind. Would he want me to join in? I could do that. In many ways, it would be better than just watch or even worse, wait somewhere else while he fucked another woman.
Master stirred some more, he would wake up soon, his cock was still proudly erect. Justin had sometimes tried to fuck my tits but had always complained about them being too small. Maybe it could work with a bigger cock? I carefully crept on the bed, parted his legs so I could kneel down and positioned myself above his cock and wrapped my tits around it. I massaged him intently and kept looking up to see if he woke. I could tell from his reactions that he enjoyed what I was doing despite not yet being really awake.
"Good morning, Beautiful, what a delightful way to wake up!"
I had succeeded. I had brought pleasure to him!
"Good morning, Master. Please relax and enjoy."
I leaned over his body and used my tits to massage his erect cock. How wonderfully hard he was. And hot. It felt like steel. I so desperately wanted to take him in my mouth but I contained myself and kept rubbing the small globes up and down his proud dick.
"Oh, yes. Wonderful. Yes, just like that. Keep it up. Just a bit longer, I'm almost there."
I had only been at it for a few minutes. He kept encouraging me, driving me on and complimenting me. His hip jerked involuntarily, showing me that I was doing the right thing. I pressed my tits harder together increasing the friction, heightening his enjoyment.
"I'm cumming," he groaned just in time for me to place my mouth above his cock to let him shoot his load into it. When he was done, I saw a drop of cum threatening to run down his cock, creating a mess. Instinctively, I closed my lips over his tip and licked the drop away. I hissed a little when I felt a small pang of pain.
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"Did you hurt your lip?"
"Only a little, Master. I felt almost nothing," she evaded.
"What were my orders regarding your lip?
"No blowjobs until the lip is healed."
"And is your lip healed?"
"No, but I didn't blow you, Master. I only licked a little bit of your delicious cum from the tip of your cock."
I slowly sat up on the edge of the bed. This could be a make or break situation. I had given her an order and she had disobeyed. At least kind of.
"What was the intention of the rule? To prevent blowjobs or to protect you from pain?"
"To protect me from pain, Master," she admitted, bowing her head.
"Did you suffer from pain?"
"Only a very little bit," she replied with downcast eyes. "I can bear much more pain, Master."
Here it was. The point of no return. Was I willing to punish her for disobeying? I knew, sitting on the edge of my bed that this would either be the first or the last step. I didn't know what I was about to say until I started speaking.
"I wanted to keep you from hurting but still you suffered from pain. I failed you."
"I'm sorry, Master. It was my fault and I understand that I need to be punished."